User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/Gangs, Tribes And Clans Of Redwall/@comment-3135907-20110804164631

On the same path but at the North Ford, three beasts are standing. A squirrel, a mouse and a rat slung on a pole between them. Striding casually south for Redwall, the two friends chat amiably the whole time, ignoring their prisoner's furtive pleas. "Lemmego, willyer! Wot did I ever do t' yew?"
 * "Oh, it's not that you did anything to us personally," says Florry, "but that your gang- er, crew -has done plenty against the Woodland Sweepers that would be called unkind, in the least. So silence and no talking 'til we reach the Abbey."